So I really should have known better before I forwarded this one this morning:

I'm so pissed off - someone's just crashed into me with one of those new Skodas. There's fuckin' jam sponge and icing everywhere...

It so amused my poor brother-in-law that he decided to send it on, only to incurr the wrath of both his sister and mine - it seems they both received it at "just the wrong moment" and reacted before the message had truly sunk in.

Not that I'm laughing too loud - the girl who sent it to me last night told me she was doing so at the time but as I didn't use my phone again until the alarm went off this morning, I too suffered the very same momentary panic when I opened it...

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I knew it! Stop picking on me or I'll tell mum! Anyway, girls aren't supposed to know anything about cars. I don't even know when mine has run out of petrol so how should I know what a car is made of? A car made of cake sounds like a good idea to me. No more eating breakfast before I leave the house, I can eat on the way to work!